Reincarnations
Harry looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express, thinking about nothing, when out of the blue he thought, 'might as well get some sleep, this looks like another long train ride.' It was weird, since he had never once been on a train, but yet he thinks "another". He pulled off his glasses, only to find he could see without them. Deciding he'd freak out later, he put them down and went to sleep.
About an hour later, a redhead boy walked into his compartment, and without thinking, said, "Is this kid really a first year? If he is, he's pretty short. I've seen 7 year olds taller than him." Now, while it's true that Harry had always been shorter than normal, it is also safe to say that he had a Napoleon complex that IS bigger than normal. No one knew why, it was just how he was. So when the redhead remarked that he was short, he blew a fuse. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE COULD FIT BETWEEN THE RIDGES OF YOUR SHOES!"
Ron looked at him, like 'who are you and why do you have such a problem with being called short?' but then Harry brushed the hair out of his eyes, and he saw the scar. "Sorry about that, what's your name?" he asked, out of politeness. He already knew, of course. "My name's Harry Potter. What's yours?" Harry replied, to which he got a "Ron Weasley."
"Ron, mind waking me up about 5 minutes before we get there? This ride seems like a long one." He asked, and when Ron consented, he fell fast asleep. 'Wow, how can he go to sleep so fast like that?' Ron thought, to which he answered himself with "what am I saying, he can because he's done it before, remember?' which was definitely weird, because that's the first time he's seen the shorter boy. Right? But yet he felt that the boy across from him was someone special, someone close to him, almost like a brother. He smiled, thinking 'brothers. If only that had been true.'
A while later, a girl walked in, asking if he'd seen a toad. She introduced herself as Hermione Granger. "Ron Weasley." he replied. "And who's the short kid next to you?" She asked. At once, Harry woke up. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU CAN'T SEE HIM WITHOUT A MICROSCOPE, HUH?!" he yelled. Ron thought "she shouldn't have said that, he always gets so angry when people call him short. I should really calm him down.' While thinking it was weird that he thought "always" when he just met Harry, he set out to calm him down. "Calm down, she didn't say that." He thought he had said those exact words before, but couldn't remember when.
"Never mind, I'm Harry Potter." Harry said. Ignoring her comments of "Oh, I've read a lot about you!" He decided to not go back to sleep and told her she could stay and chat, as the ride might be long, but she declined, saying she was helping someone find a toad. With a final "Good luck finding it!" she left, leaving Harry and Ron in the compartment, alone. "She seems familiar, but I can't place it. Almost like…..she was a superior to me, a higher-up." Harry remarked. "Someone who was strict, but she always had our backs." His brow furrowed when he said "our", knowing they had some connection to each other, but couldn't figure out what.
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Harry watched as Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, and a blond haired kid named Draco Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin. Draco's smirk had him thinking 'Colonel Bastard' and various other rude names for a higher-up in the military, but he didn't know why. Soon, he head his name.
POTTER, HARRY!
Ignoring the whispers and stares, he walked up to the stool, and the hat, analyzing them as he walked. 'I wonder how the hat moves. Is there a….soul bonded to it?' he wondered. Reaching the stool, he put the hat on, it slipping down farther over his eves than it did with most other people. Wondering how this works, he sat and waited.
Interesting, Interesting. He heard. What's so interesting? He asked, intrigued. You have all the traits of all the houses, you could fit in any one of them but…. But what? Your rash judgment is one of your most prominent traits, as I'm sure you've been told. Perfect for GRYFFINDOR!
He sat down at the Gryffindor table, and zoned out as the sorting continued, only paying attention as Ron was sorted into Gryffindor. That was good, at least he wouldn't be without the one person in his life who matters most…..wait, where did that come from? Ron sat beside him, and when the sorting ended, passed him a glass of milk. "What the heck?! I'm not drinking some juice excreted from a cow!" Harry yelled, getting some weird looks. Ron held in a comment about milk making him taller, because he knew what would happen if he did.
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Not being able to sleep, Both Harry and Ron picked some books off the bookshelves and carried them to their room. Harry looked at the cover of the book before opening it. The title read Introduction to Alchemy. He read the book long into the night, wondering how he could understand all of this better than most 7th years. (He knew the 7th years didn't understand it as it looked like it hadn't been opened in decades.) He decided to sleep on it, and, seeing Ron had the same book, problem, and idea, he climbed into bed, thinking about the class he'd signed up for, that he didn't know why. Alchemy class.
The next day, put on his robes and headed down to breakfast. As he was eating, his head of house, Professor McGonagall, handed him his schedule. His first class of the day, along with Ron, Malfoy, and Neville, was Alchemy. He smiled, thinking of all the things alchemy could do, and set off to class, Ron following close behind.
"Would you look at that? I have students again. I thought that would never happen!" Harry turned around to see a door open and the ghost of a young woman, possibly an older teen, float out. "Come in, by the way." She said. When they sat down, she began. "I am Professor Winry Rockbell. However, seeing as you are my only students, and I rarely leave this corridor anyway, you may call me Winry. I'd like to be viewed as a friend, not just a professor. Now, you are not to do any alchemy without first practicing under my supervision. Since alchemy does not require a wand, you MAY do alchemy outside of school, as long as it helps people. 'Alchemist be thou for the people.' That's the alchemist motto." She proceeded into a long speech about the first time she saw alchemy. Apparently she had been 5, and her friends Ed and Al had made a doll for her for her birthday. Harry and Ron looked at each other, pain shooting through their heads.
-From now on, Underlined italics are memories-
A young blonde boy with golden eyes stood in a room with his brother, who looked similar except his hair was shorter, and a blond girl with blue eyes. The 2 boys had just finished drawing a basic transmutation circle. "All done, Winry!" the younger boy called to the girl. "What do you think?" The girl, Winry, frowned. "I think it's a lousy present." She stated. The older boy laughed. "That's not the present, it's just an outline for one." He stated. The boys nodded to each other and put sand in the middle of the circle. They placed their hands on the outside of the circle and smiled as blue energy crackled around them, the light blue and golden colors of alchemy lighting up the space around them, the sand in the middle struggling, yet succeeding, to form a child's doll. Winry screamed. Then the boys' mom came in and told them to go outside. Winry was inside crying. A while later, close to sunset, their mom came out, a smile on her face. "Ok boys, no secrets. When did your dad teach you alchemy?" It was the older one, Ed, who answered. "How can we learn from someone who's never here?" Al, the younger one, followed with "we learned it from his books." Their mom looked impressed. "You mean to tell me you really understand all that?" She asked. The brothers shrugged. "More or less." They said in unison.
-End of memory-
Harry wondered when that happened, as he had felt that this was some sort of memory. Looking over again, he knew from one glance that Ron felt it too. He felt he was the older brother, making a present, using alchemy, for a young Winry. It was like those dreams he had his entire life, where he felt it was real, but knowing it couldn't be.
Yet now he knew they were real. That they were actually memories. Of what, he didn't know, but he knew that he knew Winry some years ago. So who was he?